Under Mo Xiaoqi's coercion, Wen Mian could only go to Pei Zhiyao to speak well of her.
Even if Wen Mian was reluctant, she had no choice.
At the meeting venue, bigwigs from various circles mingled, coming and going.
As soon as Wen Mian entered, she lost her way.
With several private rooms right in front of her, Wen Mian didn't know which one to enter.
Picking up her phone, Wen Mian called Pei Zhiyao with a nervous heart.
The voice from the other side was cool and indifferent, devoid of any emotion.
"What's the matter?"
The brief two words made Wen Mian want to hang up immediately.
But Mo Xiaoqi's warning suddenly rang in her mind.
She was here to apologize.
Even if Pei Zhiyao was unfriendly, Wen Mian couldn't afford to show Pei Zhiyao any attitude.
"I'm at the venue to see you, which private room are you in... I'll come in."
Pei Zhiyao's brows raised in interest at that moment.
His private room was not just occupied by himself.
